Note: This is a continuation of the previous part of "The Leather Biker." I would appreciate some ideas on what you would like to see next from this story. (I hope you all enjoy.)
You might remember the story I told. My life started to change out of nowhere after getting on a bike with a total stranger. Out of nowhere, I was no longer a full virgin, thanks to Will. I must say, however, that oral was not the only thing I experienced because of Will, but that is something I will explain later.
However, let us begin from where we left off...
Will and I were sitting next to each other on the ground next to his bike. We were tired from the small exercise we did a few minutes ago. The sounds of motorcycles approaching were getting louder, and I was wondering what was going to happen after Will's friends arrived.
"So... how would you describe these friends of yours?" I asked Will, concerned about what might happen after meeting them. A bit of logic started to come forward after Cumming, which came with a small wave of regret and fear of what the future might hold.
"You should get to know them yourself." Will responded. "You will probably like them a lot."
"I hope they just help me out with my car." I said, trying to make sure to keep my original plan in mind.
"They'll help you out, don't worry." Will said, looking directly into my eyes. He was clearly trying to comfort me.
Finally, I could see two bikes entering the parking area. The two bikers riding said bikes were wearing very similar leather outfits to Will's. I couldn't see their faces, though, since they were covered by their helmets. That wouldn't last long, though.
The bikers then parked their bikes right next to Will's and, after getting off, stood right next to Will and me.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Will asked as he stood up to high-five and hug both of the muscular men.
"I've been doing good." One of them responded immediately. "Who's this little guy?" He asked, pointing directly at me. I didn't really want to respond, though, in fear of what would happen if I accidentally got any of these buff men mad. The guy's leather jacket had a bunch of spikes, unlike Will's, which made him kind of scary-looking.
He needed some help with his car, so I offered him a ride. Will said.
"Well, it's getting late, so want to get to our place?" The other guy asked me. He had an interesting-looking tattoo on his neck, which made him stand out from Will and his other friend.
"Sure," I responded to the biker. "I could use a place to stay for the night."
"I'm glad you're down." The spiked biker spoke with a clear interest in his voice. "I'm Kyle, by the way."
I stood up and then introduced myself: "I'm Andrew." I put my hand out for a handshake. "Thank you so much."
Kyle accepted my handshake, and I saw the other biker approach as well for another handshake. "I'm Hank." The tattooed biker introduced himself, and I shook his hand. "Now let's go now, before it gets too dark out."
"I'm glad you all like each other!" Will exclaimed as he began to get ready as well. "Now, Andrew, come ride with me!"
I sat with Will on his bike, ready to start going to wherever this biker place is. They seemed really nice, so I was perfectly trusting of them. All three bikes started to speed out of the parking lot as the sky started to fully darken.
It took a bit of time to get to our destination, but as we started approaching a random building in the middle of nowhere, the three bikers began to slow down. It was a long, two-story building that looked really similar to the motels you would see in old TV shows and movies. However, it didn't have one of those big signs that asked you to stay the night. It seemed more like an apartment building. Will then parked at the side of the building, and Hank and Kyle followed suit.
We all got off the bikes, and Will put his hand on my shoulder as we all walked to one of the rooms. It seemed he wanted me close, and I guess I didn't mind. I then saw Hank pull out a key, which he used to open the door. What was behind that door seemed like a pretty normal-looking bedroom. It just looked like a hotel room with two beds. The three bikers took off their helmets as they went into the room.
Seeing Kyle's face was interesting; he was completely clean-shaven, had blonde hair, and had pretty blue eyes. His face really didn't look like it fit with the rest of his body, much less his spiky leather jacket and pants.
I then started to look at Hank. He didn't just have a tattoo on his neck. His face was filled with tattoos, and after seeing him take off his jacket, it was clear that he had tattoos all over his body. He wasn't shirtless underneath like Will was, but his t-shirt did leave his arms exposed to show the tattoo sleeves he was hiding underneath.
I then saw Will take his jacket off, leaving his bare chest exposed. None of the other guys reacted, so I guess it was just me who thought it was weird a few hours ago. They all seemed to have started to get comfortable after the door was closed and locked behind them.
"Well, let's get comfortable, guys!" Will said as he began to take off his pants.
"Wait, you're just going to take off your pants in the middle of the room with all of us here?" I asked, confused and startled at the sudden action from Will.
"I don't see a problem." Kyle stated this as he took off his pants as well, showing the red underwear he had underneath.
My face must have looked nervous and confused at how casual these guys are with taking off their clothes. I looked at Hank, who was now doing the same. He had purple briefs on, and his whole body was full of tattoos.
"Look, little guy, this is pretty normal for guys who live together." Hank said. "If you want to change into something more comfortable in a more private area, the bathroom is right there." He said this, pointing at a door at the back of the room, kind of hidden and barely visible from the beds.
"Do you have some spare clothes to sleep in that I could borrow?" I asked, remembering that I had left my luggage at the car.
"I have a night robe folded on the table next to the sink you could wear." Kyle told me as he sat back on the bed closest to the front door.
"Thanks..." I responded by walking into the bathroom and locking the door behind me.
I started taking my clothes off as I looked for the nightrobe. There were a few different pieces of clothing folded on the little table that Kyle talked about. I took a brown robe that looked pretty warm and put it on. I really just took off my pants and shirt, leaving me with my underwear and the robe to cover me up.
I noticed that the walls of the bathroom were not very thick, since I could kind of hear the voices of Kyle, Hank, and Will still talking on the beds. However, I couldn't really understand clear words enough, probably because I was trying to concentrate on my own thing. I started washing my face to finish my nightly routine and began hearing a sound that I kind of recognized from a few hours ago. What were they doing?
I opened the bathroom door quietly and peeked out to see what was happening, and what I saw was not what I expected. It was Will who was making those sounds. He was on his knees, facing Hank, who was sitting at the front of the bed with his legs spread wide. Hank's face looked like he was in heaven. It was quite obvious what was happening. Will was sucking Hank's dick! I tried to look for Kyle, but I couldn't see him from the bathroom. He was probably on the other bed, doing who knows what.
I quickly went back in the bathroom to make sure they didn't see me staring at them. I was so confused. Why were they doing something like that as if I wasn't here? I guess Will is much more comfortable with me since he did suck my dick earlier in the day, but my senses had come back enough for me to not feel too good about doing something like that, or so I thought. Thinking back on the situation, the image of Will sucking me off flashed on my face, and my dick started to harden. This was a bad situation to be in.
When I thought it couldn't get any worse, I suddenly heard someone knock on the door. "Hey, are you okay in there?" I hear Kyle asking from the other side of the door.
